Dogs! I’ve been tripped in France, bitten in Russia, but this takes the canine biscuit.
Wed night, instead of heading to Qferry elect to do a quiet run from KB.
Over by Mortonhall, in the dark, my bright headtorch is matched by that of an approaching runner coming the other way – I’m ready to say a cheery ‘hey’ as he passes.
What I don’t see is his dog – which crashes into me like a blind man walking into a tree – except that I’m the tree. Calculate weight of dog, running fast, slamming into my left knee moving in the opposite direction. Effect is like being kicked by two yobs at the same time. I crash to the ground, more damage.
No light, I lie in the mud, moaning hSit, siHt. But the runner has actually noticed! Wow, observant fella. You OK? No is the answer. Really sorry he says, accident, hangs around for a mo, and then fcuks off. What a nice guy.
I can barely walk. I limp slowly back to KB. It’s a long way on 1.05 legs. Similar experiences anyone? If I meet that guy again…
Richard